Fourteen years, three pencils, lots of cute talking creatures, one girl, no plot.

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The Day Began Normally Enough

This is the first intentionally drawn commentary on my life.
As you might be able to make out, I’m freaked out by people that lift the lids of step-on garbage cans with their hands, then handle food, but I’m fine with cats bathing on the table in front of me. Stealth Ninjas are very clean boys.